Martin Lochner - Black Widow

your blackness
tell something of you

emphasizing danger

with a sliver sign of red

you trampoline around

yearning the act of breeding

seeing the unimpressive
puny brown of me

you slide over

suggesting

furthering the species

while injecting my utility

you whisper: ” I am a cannibal

and you soon to be the corpse”

Martin Lochner

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